Two hummingbirds
Sharing the same flower
A tree sleeping on your house
A strange stain on the patio
That looks like something
Mated with the urn
The garbage truck (it’s a Thursday
After all) smiting the alley
A sense of futility welling up
In an empty stomach
A day on which you see
All the people who brought you here
And who remain with you
Pleasantly and unpleasantly
Waiting to be recalled
The day you’ve been waiting
To thank and be forgiven by them all
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